These three words

The story

These three words

'I love you'
The words danced off of Phil's lips and faded away.
Had this ruined their friendship
Would this be the end of Dan and Phil
Could everything be ruined
Dan looked at the floor and shuffled his feet a little bit.
'Dan look at me or say something please!'
Phil knew that face. The face that killed him softly. All he could think about was just leaning in and kissing Dan but he knew this wouldn't be the right time.

Dan turned away and walked into his room. Shutting the door behind him. Phil stood there alone with his thoughts. There was only one thought he had on his mind and that was Dan.

The day grew to a close and Dan still hadn't come out of his bedroom. All Phil could hear was the sound of an anime blaring from Netflix. Even that sound eventually faded as Phil closed his eyes and drifted off.

Dead on midnight Phil woke up suddenly. He thought everything was a dream but he soon noticed that he was laying on the couch where he fell asleep in the first place.

Phil couldn't get back to sleep so he opened up his laptop and immediately clicked on tumblr. The first thing that popped up was a quote that read:

If you love someone so much, let them know

'That's exactly what I did. Now look at what's happened' Phil shouted.
A sound of footsteps drifted through the hallway.
'Phil are you okay?' Dan asked. He was stood there in his sonic pyjamas holding his phone. Phil stood up suddenly.
'Don't even start me off. Just leave me alone Dan!'
'Fine!' Dan shouted back. He spun around and stormed back into his room slamming the door behind him. Phil did the same and they both laid in their beds thinking.

The tweeting of the birds woke Dan up and the sunlight peered through his curtains. He thought today everything could just be left behind. As usual he was wrong.

Phil had already woken up and was sitting on the couch. Dan stood in the doorway.
'M morning ph Phil.'
Phil looked him up and down as if he was nothing. Dan stepped forward to sit down as Phil sprung out of his seat. Dan backed off. As he turned to walk a way Phil's hand gripped dans wrist tightly. Dan spun to see why and he noticed Phil's clenched fist raised.

Everything went in slow motion as the collision of the punch left Dan in agonising pain. He flew back into the table blood dripping from his lip.
'Phil what th-'
Phil grabbed Dan by the neck of his shirt and pushed him to the wall. He repeatedly punched Dan in the face saying the words 'you mean nothing. I hate you'
Eventually Dan slipped onto the floor unconscious. Phil leant over his body without the feeling of regret.

He sat there for hours until Dan eventually came to. He was was confused and in agonising pain. He stood up struggling for breath from when he backed into the table. Dan put his fingertips to his lip and tasted the metallic liquid.
Phil stood up and Dan backed away.
'It's okay I'm not going to hurt you. We need to talk' Phil exclaimed.
'Phil get away from me. I hate you. Look what you've done to me' Dan screamed back in his face. Phil tried to hold dans trembling hands but Dan eagerly pulled his hand back.

He ran into his room, grabbed the biggest bag he could find and a suitcase. He shoved all of his possessions into the case and bag and sat down.
A tear trickled down his cheek as he thought him and Phil would always be best friends. He thought wrong.

Dan dragged his bags the through the hallway and out the door as quietly as possible.
'Dan. Hello are you there?' Phil called out. The house was quiet. He ran into dans room and realise his drawers and wardrobe were completely empty.
Phil couldn't believe it. This was all his fault. Dan hated him so much he had hopped on the next train back to his family home.

That was the last they ever saw of each other. Phil had never forgiven himself for it.
He would always remember the risk he took. Those words that began the fight. The words that could kill a person.
The three words were stuck on replay in Dan and Phil's minds ever since that day.
The words themselves were
'I love you'